"He does make a rather nice body pillow," she mused. "Surprisingly soft considering all those muscles." She shook her head. "Trying to tempt me with sex in a river when the trees are barely budding, really, Drake."
And if the moose did turn out to be a mousse... well, to be honest, she'd probably be facing it alone while Drake climbed the nearest tree. "He is rather pathetic where flan are concerned," she said. "Hand holding is the least he'd need."